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Fade Rift Mods ([personal profile] faderifting) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird2023-05-02 05:40 pm
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Test Drive!

TEST DRIVE MEME

While in some alternate, tidier timeline, the War against the Elder One ended years ago, you're not in that timeline. It's 9:49, and the war continues. An enemy force partially occupies Orlais and has decimated several Marcher Cities, while the Chantry, aided by the Inquisition, has marshaled Orlais and the faithful of Southern Thedas into a new Exalted March against the army of demon-bound Wardens, Red Templars, Venatori loyalists, and darkspawn Corypheus has amassed. Rifts are still scattered across the continent, periodically spitting out strangers from strange worlds with green-glowing anchors embedded in their hands. There's no Herald of Andraste to save Thedas. Someone else is going to have to do it.

You're part of (or allied with, recently hired by, imprisoned by, etc.) an organization, dubbed Riftwatch, that split off from the Inquisition several years ago. Riftwatch consists of these otherworldly new arrivals, rebels and Wardens, and other people who want to prevent the apocalypse without necessarily marching under the Chantry's banner to do it. Their headquarters is an island fortress called the Gallows—formerly a Circle of Magi, more formerly a prison for slaves, but its new occupants have done a good job removing the more grotesque reminders of that past and making the place livable. Their goal is to do what the Chantry can't or won't do, to go more directly after Corypheus and the dark magic he employs, and to keep the Veil from coming apart entirely.

Maybe you're here because you want to help. Maybe you need the money (though there isn't much of it). Maybe you acquired an anchor and sticking around is the only way to prevent your hand from killing you. Maybe you've been sent by the Chantry or some other entity to keep an eye on everyone—they're rumored to be a lot of weirdos and troublemakers. Or maybe you're a new rifter and just going where the nice people with swords tell you that you need to go.

NOTE: This is a static test drive! We post them once per year or so and continue to use them for a long time, so you're never late. Current players are encouraged to track new top-level comments.


I. THE FREE MARCHES: Hasmal, Tantervale, and most recently Starkhaven have all fallen to the Tevinter incursion, leaving Kirkwall the largest city-state in the Free Marches to remain unoccupied. For Riftwatch, that means the war is closer to home than ever, and traveling anywhere north of the mountains runs the risk of running into enemy scouting parties. Perhaps you've been sent out to find these scouts before they find the unwary, or perhaps you're just trying to pass through unnoticed to Antiva or Rivain when you run into trouble. Or maybe you're more in the thick of it: joining the Free Marches armies in harassing the occupying army as best they can from outside the city, or slipping your way into one of them to gather intelligence or meet with an ally.

II. THE WAKING SEA: When Riftwatch isn't traveling by griffon or magic mirror, it frequently travels by sea, courtesy of a small assortment of allied pirate ships. So welcome aboard. The sea is choppy and frequently violent—violent storms, violent enemy ships, or both at once—and the crew may not have much patience for incompetence, so either make yourself useful above or try not to get sick below.

III. KIRKWALL: Even when enormous evil darkspawn are trying to take over the known world and you and your colleagues might be the only ones who can truly stop him, you can't work all the time. And when you aren't working, Kirkwall is there for you with its dingy Lowtown taverns, its flashy Hightown establishments, its market stalls and street musicians and cellars hosting gamblers. (Or maybe you can work all the time, and you're in the city to do some official shopping, try to spy on a suspicious character, or show a potential financial backer a good time.)

IV. SEND A MESSAGE: Each member of Riftwatch is assigned a blue crystal, small enough to wear around the neck, that can transmit voice messages, as well as an enchanted book tied to that crystal that can be used to exchange written messages. They're secure enough to discuss the war, if you'd like to get down to business, but loosely controlled enough to ask a question or play a game with only a few rolled eyes from people who hate fun.

V. WILDCARD: From the Gallows' library to the pirate islands off the coast, from Hightown's high-priced market stalls to the bloody frontlines of the war, Thedas is yours to explore.

icasm: (I've tried to ignore this scar)

[personal profile] icasm 2023-11-30 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki makes a dismissive gesture with one hand. "Nothing for you to be sorry about.

So, now that I've answered several questions about a place that should not exist and I hope you never have an opportunity to visit: why is the Gallows boring for you these days?"

Did you think you were getting off the hook, Bene? Did you really?
altusimperius: (:3)

[personal profile] altusimperius 2023-11-30 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Bene opens his mouth as if to protest, but sighs it out in a tired smirk, shaking his head.

"It's not boring," he admits, and glances away, hoping to flag someone down for another drink, as if he really needs one in this state.
"...far from it, actually," he adds, "less boring than one would hope for a place they live. Sometimes I just."

He purses his lips, giving up on his endeavor momentarily as he seems to sink into himself a bit. "...need to be... not here." In mind, if not body.
axetrovert: (24)

[personal profile] axetrovert 2023-12-02 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Pushing it.

[But she's grinning, lowering her eyelids to give her a sidelong glance.]
laruetheday: and the grand canyon. (crying: acceptable at funerals.)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-12-03 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't be a lie.

[ Clarisse gestures to Maimer, sitting over one shoulder, but she seems willing enough to let it go, for now. ]
armd: (thinking...)

[personal profile] armd 2023-12-06 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
(Abby has also been ordered to sack villages before, and complied. A complicated burst of righteousness and guilt dams up her throat. It tastes bitter on her back teeth when she presses them together, swallowing.)

... You defected. (She would rather relate to this. They're keeping an even pace now, half-marching to Kirkwall.)

That's what the bounty is for. (Bringing her back in line.)
armd: (you don't know me)

[personal profile] armd 2023-12-11 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
She watches his face, searching for something more, but he's quite closed off. Obviously they wouldn't slip back into their usual rapport so quickly, Abby's only just found him again, but she still feels a little frustrated with not being able to read his expression properly.

"What was the cost? Do you want to talk about it?"

Maybe he doesn't. He did ask about her initially but she steered the conversation away.
quaestionespatris: (yeah i'm cute why do u ask)

octavius ("tavi") vedici | native OC

[personal profile] quaestionespatris 2023-12-12 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: i prefer meat-y prose tags but i'll match brackets if that's what you're most comfortable with!]

i. the waking sea (cw: seasickness)
There's a cultured-looking young gentleman currently clinging to the railing on the port side of this impressive galley, pale and more than a little green about the gills as the vessel carrying Rift Watch forces pitches and yaws across the waves. Seasoned sailors traverse the decks and scale the rigging like they were born to this life, which means they have no trouble working around the sodden, sickly man who seems just as committed to ignoring them as they are committed to ignoring him. They'll probably have a chuckle at his expense later. That's fine. He's busy extruding last night's dinner overboard anyway.

Eventually, Octavius Vedici realizes that someone is trying to get his attention, and very reluctantly squints his blue-eyed gaze up at the interloper come to witness his humiliating condition. "..Can I help you?"
ii. kirkwall - lowtown
Octavius has very vague, hazy memories of visiting Kirkwall once as a small child, clutching at his mother's skirts while attending a high society party in Hightown. He remembers sneaking sweets from the banquet tables with some of the other children and absconding with his prize to a loft overlooking the heads of the party-goers, perfectly content and secure in his place in the world, even when far, far away from Qarinus and his father's sphere of influence.

The Lowtown markets are absolutely nothing like that gala. These days, he'd probably be lucky to make it past the back door of one of those Hightown estates as a footman.

"I know it was you," he's in the midst of accusing a particularly unrepentant and unimpressed urchin girl, brandishing his tatty old coin purse at her like a rod. He points at it for emphasis, then turns it upside down, whereupon nothing falls out. "Look at it. It's empty. How do you suppose that happened?"

The girl shrugs. "Dunno."

"Yes, you do!" He tugs the purse strings securely closed for emphasis, fuming. "You robbed me!"

"Did not," the girl blandly replies, unmoved. She picks idly at one of her nail beds. "Dunno why you're so chapped about it, there was barely anything in there anyway."

"Because it's my money!"

What follows is a tense stand-off between a glowering young man who has clearly fallen on hard times, and a surly kid who can't be older than ten (and for whom the times have always been hard, so why should she give a shit, etc.), while the rest of the market bustle continues on around them. Octavius glares down at the girl, who glares back up at him. Nearby, a couple of smirking warehouse labourers are watching the scene transpire like this is the best street performance they've been treated to in ages.

Finally, what little remains of his patience snaps, and Octavius takes a quick step forward. "Listen, you little--"

"HELP!" the girl shrieks, "Kidnapper! He's trying to kidnap me, he is!"
iii. wildcard?
[ooc: i'm very familiar with dragon age canon! if neither of these work for you, feel free to toss something else at me and i'll roll with it.]
bouchonne: (considering)

ii.

[personal profile] bouchonne 2023-12-12 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Among the smirking warehouse laborers has been one thinner and rather more elegant figure, a dandy with a well-trimmed mustache and a cigarette between his fingers. He leans against the wall, and every once in a while addresses some comment to one of the burly stevedores beside him, who laughs. It's all such good fun, truly, until that moment that the girl starts shrieking about kidnapping.

Not, of course, that anyone believes her. The young man in question looks too milk-fed and soft to even lift the child for a kidnapping with his weak little arms; he might be an evil bastard with a spirit capable of such wickedness, but he certainly doesn't have the flesh for it.

But just because they don't believe her doesn't mean that they won't take advantage of the commotion. You can't paste a Vint without provocation, but a little girl screaming is pretense enough for a righteous beatdown. And the people of Lowtown - frustrated, frightened, exhausted with the long years of war - want that sort of outlet.

So Byerly gets ahead of it. He bounds ahead, crosses the distance before the laborers can even recognize the opportunity that's unfolding before them, and cries, "You villain! To the Gallows - Riftwatch will deal with you. Gentlemen - " This to the laborers - "Bind his hands!"

(To be fair, there are probably more straightforward means of rescue available to Byerly, that would involve less discomfort to the Vint in question. But Byerly also deserves an outlet. And no noses will be broken this way.)
Edited 2023-12-12 21:26 (UTC)
reparo: (care of magical creatures)

hermione granger (harry potter) (rifter)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-12 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc; cw for mentions of torture in arrival! pm me if you need to discuss anything - and feel free to yeet a wildcard my way. (also let's hear it for a dumbass who posts to a tdm right before her bedtime)]

1. arrival

[ This is the irony of it all: Hogwarts nearly falls, and then Voldemort does, and in the rubble of her old school, Hermione and her friends find spaces where to rest, finally rest, after what feels like a whole year. Sitting against a shattered column, she falls asleep, and this is also the irony of it all: it's a nightmare that follows.

Bellatrix, cackling in her ear as she pins Hermione down and carves, and carves, and Hermione's throat is raw from screaming so she just whimpers and struggles and then -

A glade somewhere, somewhere unfamiliar. Her vision turns green, her world spins as she falls/stumbles/sinks, and one breath later, she's on the ground, hands and knees, fingers digging into grass and dirt. ]


Wh - where - who - [ Then comes the growl and unnatural sound of a demon slipping through the same rift as her, icy death in its eyeless face. She thinks: Dementor, and scrambles for her wand - she felt it, in the dream, while Bellatrix was carving a message into her arm - there it is, in her bloodied hand.

Think later, act now; after one year of this, she's used to it. ]
Expecto P -

[ But, see, she's not used to her magic feeling wrong and different. Maybe, she thinks quickly, a result of just having woken from a nightmare to a Dementor nearby? The despair demon floats towards her quickly, target acquired, and in her panic Hermione does what she does best - she throws a fire spell at it. ]

2. kirkwall

[ Now listen here, you: she is not a spirit. She's fairly sure she is not a spirit. But then someone mentions that there are theories about Rifters, and she's supposed to be quarantined for a whole month here, so you can bet your galleons that she's going to be doing research.

That shelf, the one above her head in the library, is supposed to contain a compendium of herbs and other alchemical ingredients. She wants it.

Unfortunately, however, she is too short to reach it. Without her usual backlog of spells (so many spells, she knew so many), all she can manage is to attept, at the very least. Wingardium Leviosa is executed perfectly, sans wand, yet produces nothing but silence. ]


Stupid magic rules. [ Grumbles, grumbles, grumbles. And then, without checking over her shoulder if anyone else is watching, she glares up at the book, and kicks the bookshelf. ] Accio, damn you.

[ New magic: it's a learning process. ]

3. send a message

A month is a very long time to spend in quarantine, you know? I've spent less time in the infirmary when I was petrified - I imagine my memories all sound like the fancies of spirits to most of you, but they are real to me. I was real. I am real.

And now I'm here, I suppose.

Anyway - hello. I'm Hermione Granger, and I am, quite frankly, bored.

quaestionespatris: (having gay feelings probably)

this is not going according to keikaku

[personal profile] quaestionespatris 2023-12-12 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gentlemen--bind his hands!"

"You got it, boss," says one labourer while the other one pulls out a coil of rope from ??? somewhere, and both approach the absolutely gobsmacked young mage who cannot believe that this is the shitty turn his luck has taken. He's so gobsmacked, in fact, that he doesn't even move as the two buff strangers seize him by the elbows, staring instead in wide-eyed, betrayed silence at Byerly.

The ropes have been looped twice around his skinny wrists before he blurts out, "Are you serious?" He jerks his still-bound wrists free to gesture towards where that girl had been standing moments ago. "She robbed me! You saw her do it, you were right there!"

(The urchin, counting her meagre earnings, has already beat a hasty retreat into the side-streets.)
exequy: (19)

message.

[personal profile] exequy 2023-12-13 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alongside her message, in small cramped handwriting: ]

Spirits are real.
reparo: (astronomy)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-13 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
That is true also.
exequy: (219)

[personal profile] exequy 2023-12-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ dammit he wanted to fight.

oh well. ]


If rifters are spirits you are very unusual ones. Our magic does not interact with you the way it interacts with spirits. There was an incident a long time ago when we needed to try to bind rifters the way we can bind spirits, and it did have an effect, but not the same one.

Maybe you are spirits and something else. Maybe that is also what the rest of us are.
biggame: (038)

i.

[personal profile] biggame 2023-12-13 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I doubt it," Xiomara says, dropping her arms and chest against the railing to stick her face into the wind. Her hands—now dangling over the waves—contain a tin. They twist it most of the way open, but not all of the way, because the contents might blow away if she does.

It isn't always obvious that she's an elf, at first glance, but the wind pushes enough of her hair aside for an ear to show through. The sideways look she gives him is wary enough to also make it clear she knows he's a Vint, from gossip if nothing else.

Wary and faintly nauseated. She's not feeling too great herself. Better than he is, though, thanks to—

"Elfroot," she says, and holds the not-quite-open tin toward him in one hand, in case he'd like to take it and open it the rest of the way, "and peppermint. They taste like shit together, but it's better than bile."
grindset: (15499925)

3;

[personal profile] grindset 2023-12-13 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[This reply seems to inscribe itself across the page with a steady finesse:]

It is a long time—necessary, they say. There was an illness.
How long ago did you arrive?
notathreat: (7)

3

[personal profile] notathreat 2023-12-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
If you don't land outside the Gallows, riding a griffon technically doesn't break quarantine.
Edited 2023-12-13 03:30 (UTC)
quaestionespatris: (deepest sigh of life)

[personal profile] quaestionespatris 2023-12-13 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Any hopes Octavius had nurtured about his years in Nevarra filing off the sharpest edges of his Tevinter accent were crushed the moment he'd set foot in the Free Marches. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. The accent is only one tell of many.

He spots her ear from where he remains slouched pathetically against the side of the ship, then meets her eyes, watching her warily watch him back. There's no judgment or disdain in his sallow expression; just weary gratitude for the tin of herbs she offers out to him. He reaches out gingerly to take it. "Thank you."

He straightens up slowly and turns to lean his back to the railing, shielding the little tin from the wind with his body so an errant gust off the sea won't blow away their only relief from the seasickness. Carefully picking out a modest amount of the herbal blend, he pops it into his mouth--and grimaces, predictably, before nodding, closing the tin, and offering it back to her. "I'm Octavius," he says by way of introduction, "but I gather you knew that already." Just, you know, judging by the Look, and all.
bouchonne: (INCREDIBLY dramatic)

perfectly keikaku-shaped for me

[personal profile] bouchonne 2023-12-13 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, not robbed, surely," Byerly replies. "Robbery requires the application or fear of violence. Unless, perhaps, you propose that the poor, sweet little girl threatened you?"

His voice is severe, but when no one save Octavius himself is looking, Byerly winks. It's hard to tell whether the wink is conspiratorial - don't worry yourself, boyo - or threatening - things are about to get a lot worse for you, boyo. There's definitely a boyo in there somewhere, though.

"Would you help me get him to the ferry? No black eyes," he says, with a sigh that shows quite clearly just how disappointing this fact is to Byerly. "The Riftwatch bigwigs want prisoners intact."
reparo: (arithmancy)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-13 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[sorry to disappoint, you faceless piece of text. (is this what Riddle's journal looked like? suspend your disbelief for a moment, Hermione.)

and besides - magic is mentioned. time to latch onto this. ]


I have been reading about that as much as I can under the circumstances, but first-hand knowledge is likely to be more useful than written one!

I must say, landing in the middle of a forest with demons coming over to attack was not in any way pleasant, especially when my magic doesn't interact the same way as yours either. Would love to know more on this topic, specifically - if mages are ostracised in Thedas, are Rifters who can do magic doubly so?
reparo: (potions)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-13 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
I lost track of time, but I have been in quarantine for three days now.

[THE BRAIN NEEDS STIMULATION.]
reparo: (engorgio)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-13 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, there are GRIFFONS here?!
grindset: (15448585)

[personal profile] grindset 2023-12-13 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
for three days now. <—— An eternity
reparo: (care of magical creatures)

1/2

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-13 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes! With twenty-seven more to go, that is an eternity!
reparo: (potions)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-12-13 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, how many days in a month here?
grindset: (hour work is)

[personal profile] grindset 2023-12-13 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
30 invariably + 5 extramonthly "annum" days — these are celebrated as holidays.
Not so different from your calendar, it would seem.

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